Love is a hell you cannot bear.
Come on. I got drunk when I was like 5.
When I came in from Paris recently, for some reason the guy from customs wanted to know what kind of music I wrote. I was like, "I really want to please you so you don't keep me here, but I have no answer to that."
If I respect myself and believe in what I'm doing, no one can touch me.
You're all I need and maybe some faith would do me good.
Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel it's necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.